Art by Yue Minjun
‘Commie Consulting’ was what I suggested when Mike Sun — ardent Daoist and clandestine Christian who took pride in sharing a surname with Zhou dynasty war (now business) strategist, Sun Zi — asked what we should call our company that helped foreigners do business in China.
“I like it.”
Thus, as conceal-carry attracts violence in the hope of playing hero, so it was there, packing heated wallets while Americans marketed their Chopstix® to the Chinese and garishly joked while downing and drowning in sorghum wine and braised Sichuan pork butt from the shared ‘iron rice bowl’, that it was considered “unpatriotic to eat this stuff in the States.” Read More
My docility seeming fragility
Have been spread too thin
Fear cracking high-altitude skin
Exposing the damage caused by elemental sin;
This is not how it’s supposed to be, friends,
Taking directives from directionless men and other dead ends.
We are Read More
Photography by Manuel Libres Librodo Jr.
We like miracles because they are now,
Not because they are from God.
We use God’s love because it serves us well,
Forgetting that without it, we would be dead.
We watch our loved ones sleep
And pray to God they do his will
And then grow afraid of his will.
There lacks congruence in what we Read More
At her funeral little was spoken but, “She was like many leaders, so self-fulfilling as if they were their own prophecies.” They learned not to romanticize or euphemize her legacy, which turned out “the best thing about her legacy,” their children would say years later. The youngest ones wouldn’t even remember the pivotal day their predecessors stopped deceiving themselves in the whirlwind of matter and things that don’t. When their own leaders stopped progressing time forward and began following light deep.
Her name: Read More
Lay still in wisps of grass and Indian Paintbrush,
See the dance of the sun-circles on your eyelashes, a rainbowed crop.
I ask the storyteller sitting ’round the tree trunk to tell me of the origins of Read More
Photography by Edward Burtynsky
I scratch the mosquito bites on my skin and the mountaintops wear away revealing the beginning and end of the bronze-age. Rusty nails puncture Read More
Today I saw a man using statistics
As a drunk man uses lampposts
In the background a white billboard
Words in black print: Read More
Painting by Jaanika Talts
What’s so dangerous about a free radical? Caring not to ask the mob: masters of puppetry and coquetry, who individually dare not splash in the puddle and ruin their batteries and silk, I let the question drift away…but like sea foam, it still hugs Read More
Passing by the theater on a winterland night, I treat myself to song and dance. Frosted the city, Read More
Frederico and his band playing, me and Jashy happy with jazzy stuff like Crakkity Adam’s Apple banging the drums, a waitress called Bonita, and ice cubes. The once in awhile soft glance the two of us share like the low breathy break Read More